"You're not the chosen pony, Applebloom. T'was Sweetie Belle who was chosen. She found me, and told me about your town. You're just a filly...""Why are you talking about Sweetie Belle?... [mumbling]""... I didn't what you fellow Crusader couldn't. Don't say this to me. I broke you, and I beat you. It was Sweetie Belle who told me about you. She's the Prophet, she's the smart one! She knew what was there and she found me to take it out of the ground. You know what the funny thing is? Listen... Listen...

"I paid her 10,000 bits in hoof. Just like that. She has her own thing now. Prosperous. Producing. 5,000 bits a week."[sobbing]"QUIT CRYING YOU SNIVELING MARE! Stop your nonsense. You're just, an afterbirth, Applebloom. Slithered out of your mother's filth. Should have put you on a glass jar on the mantelpiece. Where were you when Sweetie was sucking at her mother's teat? Where were you? Who was nursing you, poor filly? One of Cherry Jubilee's sows?"That land has been had! Nothing you can do about it. The land is gone..."If you just take the lease-""DRAAAAAINAAGE!""DRAINAGE, Applebloom, you stupid mare! Drained dry. I'm so sorry."If you have a milkshake... and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw, here it is. You see? Watch it, Sweetie. My straw reaches acrooooos the room and starts to drink your milkshake. I. DRINK. YOUR. MILKSHAKE! DRINK IT UP!"